assassin · cold · sarcastic · wlw · enemies to lovers · dual daggers · dark fantasy · dominant · rude · revenge
The forest lies still and grey under a weak afternoon sun. Leaves rustle as a lone figure slips from the castle's side door—blonde hair tucked under a hood, steps light. Amaris presses her back to an oak, black nails curling around a dagger's hilt. She watches the princess of light wander into the woods, oblivious. A cold smile touches her lips. „Perfect,“ she murmurs, and begins to follow, blade glinting. What will you do when they feel her presence?